Chen Chuan was trying hard to recall whether he had done anything to make him angry these days. When he saw the door open, a little head poked out, his beautiful face raised, and he was winking at him.

"Chen He, what are you doing?" A roar came from the house.

Chen He sighed, then showed an expression of helplessness and praying for blessings by yourself, and turned around and ran back into the house.

"I don't know what crazy this old man is." Chen Chuan muttered, and walked in with a tough bullet. Is it a blessing or a disaster, or a disaster that cannot be avoided.

Chen Chuan opened the door and saw Chen Qirong's face turned pale, holding the rattan and sucking it down.

Chen Chuan tilted his head, "Bang!" with a crisp sound, the vine twitched hard on his shoulder... Hum? It didn't hurt, it didn't feel anything.

"I beat you to death today." Chen Qirong said, raising the rattan again to try to suck it.

"Stop!" Chen Chuan said hurriedly, "Dad, you hit me, there is always a reason."

How many years has this little bastard been calling him dad? But when he called him like this today, Chen Qirong was not only unhappy, but also even more angry. It is obvious that this little bastard caused a big disaster and was guilty of being called him dad.

"Reason? You stole 50,000 yuan, what other reason do you need?" As he said that, the vine fell on Shen Chuan again, "I will beat you to death now, it's better than being caught and shot."

"Hmm?" Chen Chuan grabbed the rattan that fell down again, "Wait, you said I stole 50,000 yuan?"

Chen Qirong shouted: "Isn't it? Will people wrongly accuse you for no reason?"

Chen Chuan smiled. He already knew who it was: "It's Qian Lijuan's girl."

"Look!" Chen Qirong was so angry that his body trembled, "Are you admit it, and you said you didn't steal it?"

"What did I steal?" Chen Chuan also got angry. "Our Sanheyuan, count from house to house, who can have 50,000 yuan in deposits? Take you, the director of the supply and marketing cooperative for example, can you take it out?"

Chen Qirong was stunned, and Chen Chuan continued: "Zhao Guofu is the director of the production workshop of the glass factory, and Qian Lijuan is an actor of the county art troupe. If their family really has 50,000 yuan, why not deposit it in the bank, but keep it at home?"

Chen Qirong was moved. Indeed, they were all from neighbors. Who doesn’t understand who? But they still had doubts in their hearts, because Chen Chuan never had a door to speak, and he was talking about the train and rarely had the truth.

"Why did she wrong you?"

Chen Chuan shrugged: "I don't know what kind of nerves that girl is. It's probably menopause, so please be happy with me." He absolutely cannot tell Chen Qirong about the 50,000 yuan.

Chen Qirong's face calmed down: "Qian Lijuan said that it is the duty of neighbors to think about it. As long as you send the money back, she will not blame her. If you don't send it, she will call the police. It will be too late for you to regret it."

Chen Chuanha laughed: "Old man, you have been the director of the supply and marketing cooperative for so many years in vain. Although you are not a big official, you are still a leader no matter what. But why do I feel now that your IQ is a bit indebted?"

"IQ is absent?" Lao Shen, who had already eased, his face turned pale again, "Are you saying I'm not stupid?"

"No!" Chen Chuan hurriedly denied, "I don't dare to say that you are too careless if you borrow our courage."

"I can't think about it in my heart!" Zhizi Mo Ruo's father. As soon as Chen Chuan stuck out his butt, he knew what to do.

Chen Chuan smiled and said, "Of course, I can't think about it in my heart."

Chen Qirong snorted coldly, walked out with the rattan.

Chen Chuan grabbed Chen Qirong and said, "You are going to find Qian Lijuan?"

Chen Qirong is not a good-tempered person. As the director of the supply and marketing cooperative, he is also a well-known person in this small county town. The reason why he was fooled by Qian Lijuan is not so much that he believed in Qian Lijuan, but rather that he was disappointed with Chen Chuan and his character. When he heard that Chen Chuan stole 50,000 yuan, he became angry and could not tell the truth or falsehood of those words.

"She hasn't had a good New Year's Day. She's here to make us happy. Of course I have to go and help her with fun."

Chen Chuan was helpless: "Zhao Yuqing and I have broken up. Don't worry, I will never look for her again."

"Really?" Chen Qirong stared at Chen Chuan with his eyes, trying to see if this kid was telling the truth.

Chen Chuan smiled: "Of course it's true. Zhao Yuqing found a rich boyfriend from Xiangjiang and brought them all back."

Chen Qirong was still staring at Chen Chuan, but after watching for a long time, he couldn't see anything. He just said, "That's good." After that, he muttered, "This kid is good at Taoism."

Chen Chuan breathed a long sigh, because the affairs between him and Zhao Yuqing were not in the way. He said she was incompetent in teaching her daughters, but she said that he was not strict in teaching her children, and either he didn't speak or was a quarrel. If Chen Qirong was asked to find Qian Lijuan, it would be a death.

"It's the New Year in the first lunar month. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, every family is reunited, and I wish you a happy New Year..."

Chen Qirong sang the two-man turn, with his hands behind his back, and walked into the house with a rattan swaying and shaking.

Chen Chuan blinked and shouted to fight and kill as soon as he met. Now he is in a good mood? This is not possible. I am so frustrated that I can't make you happy.

"Dad, the glass factory is gone, and the supply and marketing cooperative warehouse is gone. You should have a meeting in the county, how could you have time to run back?"

Chen Qirong just lifted the curtain of the inner room. When he heard Chen Chuan's words, he glared at him, raised the rattan, pointed at Chen Chuan and said, "You did it on purpose, right?"

Chen Chuan looked innocent: "What intentionally? Such a big thing happened? You are the director of the supply and marketing cooperative, and I am also my son. I asked because I care about you. If it were someone else, I wouldn't bother to care about his life or death."

"Hey!" Chen Qirong said with a slight smile, "Don't come with me this. I am you, I raised you. As soon as you stick your butt, I will know what you are trying to make me unhappy?"

Seeing my smile on my face, Chen Chuan's eyes twitched, he took a step back slightly, and maintained a safe distance: "What you said is so hurtful to me. Am I so unworthy of your trust?"

"Trust?" Chen Qirong curled his lips and said disdainfully, "What place do you have to trust me? Tell me."

Chen Chuan opened his mouth and thought about it carefully. He had to admit that he was indeed a bastard in the past.
Chapter completed!